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Once we’re both back from the hospital, I take some time to get Tasha upstairs to bed. She was adamant she didn’t want to stay in hospital, and even the doctors could see there was no point arguing with her. Even after something like that, she’s still headstrong and knows exactly what she wants. And she knows she’s going to get it, too, because she’ll always make sure of it.
She might know what she wants, but she doesn’t always know what she needs. That’s Tasha’s problem. She’s going to need to rest for a few days, at the very least. Not only will it help her to recuperate, but it should give me some breathing space as well.
I can’t help but have massively conflicted emotions. I’m both relieved that the attack didn’t work and angry at the person who did it. Even though I knew it
